Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Go to hell."

After Yang Jianguo slapped Zhao Xiyan's hand away, he said with a smile, "Just tell me whether you will lend it to me or not."

"Lend it, why not."

Zhao Xiyan said straightforwardly, "I'll sign the contract now, you send the money over..."

"Here."

Yang Jianguo handed over a 30,000 yuan bill, and Li Weimin handed over a contract.

Zhao Xiyan read it over and over again before signing his name.

Yang Jianguo and Li Weimin also signed their names, then stood up and said with a smile, "Minister Zhao, I wish you a big sale of newspapers..."

"Thank you for your words."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile.

Li Weimin looked at him deeply, then turned around and left with Yang Jianguo.

Zhao Xiyan sat on the wooden sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Minister..."

Wang Dongchun and Li Li walked in.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and handed one to Wang Dongchun.

"Give me one, too."

Li Li held out her hand.

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned, and then handed her a cigarette.

"Eight of the twelve factories around us agreed, and four declined because they wanted to see our situation." Wang Dongchun frowned and said, "I'll go to a few more tomorrow..."

"Take your time, there's no rush."

Zhao Xiyan reached out and patted his shoulder, Then he looked at Li Li, "What about you?"

"No one."

Li Li exhaled a puff of smoke, "I went to 19 newspapers... No one was willing to come to us."

"If no one wants to come, we will train them ourselves."

Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Don't be so stressed. The factory director just told me that if the 50,000 yuan is lost, it will be my personal responsibility."

"Minister, you are being too polite." Wang Dongchun said dissatisfiedly, "We are your subordinates. We will prosper together and suffer together... What's yours and mine? If you really lose money, we will help you pay it back together."

"Yes."

Li Li nodded, "We are revolutionary partners, so we must advance and retreat together."

"In that case... let's advance and retreat together." Zhao Xiyan smiled, "I have contacted the printing factory, and the first edition of the newspaper will be published in three days... so everyone must work hard."

"Yes."

Wang Dongchun and Li Li nodded at the same time.

"Okay, send the manuscript of the steel mill to me, and I will review it." Zhao Xiyan ordered.

"Minister, you're not going home?" Li Li asked in surprise.

"I saw you brought all your clothes for changing. You're probably going to work all night... You're working so hard, I have to work with you, right?" Zhao Xiyan glanced at Wang Dongchun, who was hesitant to speak, "Old Wang, you're not responsible for this part, so go back first. I have another task for you tomorrow."

"Yes."

Wang Dongchun looked at him worriedly, then turned and left.

Li Li walked into the office with a pile of manuscripts, and Qin Huairu came right after.

"Xiao Zhao..."

"You go back first, I have work to do."

Zhao Xiyan rubbed her head.

"Xiao Zhao, let's not run a newspaper, okay?" Qin Huairu whispered, "It's all spread in the factory now... They say you're crazy about money and borrowed 100,000 yuan from the factory."

"Nonsense, it's obviously 50,000." Zhao Xiyan laughed and scolded.

"Xiao Zhao... We're living a good life, don't do these things."

Qin Huairu pulled the corner of his clothes.

"Sister-in-law, this is not just the minister's business." Li Li couldn't help but say, "We have 21 people in the Propaganda Department and the minister together... If this thing fails, it is also our business."

"Okay, you go back first." Zhao Xiyan hugged Qin Huairu, "Don't worry, I know what's going on..."

"Then... Then I'll go back and cook a meal and send it to you." Qin Huairu said with a red face.

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan nodded and started reviewing the manuscripts.

After Lou Xiao'e and An Xin returned to the office, they also joined the review army.

After the four people finished reading all the manuscripts, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Qin Huairu slept on the table, Lou Xiao'e lay on the wooden sofa, Li Li slept on two tables together, and An Xin sat at the table writing the manuscript.

Zhao Xiyan went to the office next door, took out the typewriter, and started typing.

The next day.

When Qin Huairu and others got up, they happened to meet Zhao Xiyan walking in with breakfast.

"If you are tired, continue to rest. If you are not tired, continue to work..."

"Yes."

After everyone responded, they began to eat breakfast voraciously.

More than an hour later.

Xu Damao saw Zhao Xiyan with a beard and was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, but he saw Lou Xiao'e and An Xin looking at him unkindly, so he immediately swallowed his words back.

At noon.

Zhao Xiyan asked a few girls to go back to washAfter taking a shower, he returned to the yard.

"Oh, Minister Zhao doesn't come home at night now." Jia Zhang sneered.

"That's not the case. Who is like you? You eat and sleep every day. Guo Ting is like feeding pigs." Zhao Xiyan laughed.

Puff!

The old women in the yard laughed immediately.

"I'm not angry."

Jia Zhang chuckled, "Anyway, you won't be proud for long... If you lose the factory's money, you will have to sell this house."

"If the factory investigates me, I will say that I gave you money, and I will go to jail, and you will have to accompany me." Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"Beast, you dare to drag me into the water?" Jia Zhang was furious.

"That's 50,000 yuan. How can I spend it all by myself?" Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Anyway, I will eat and drink with the young people in the yard. Don't worry, everyone will have a share when the time comes..."

"You..."

The old women in the yard suddenly changed their faces.

Zhao Xiyan hummed a little song and went home to take a bath. When he came out, he found that there was no one in the yard.

He looked at Yan Bugui's house and found that the third aunt was squatting at the window, looking into the yard secretly.

"Isn't it because you are afraid?"

Zhao Xiyan muttered and walked out the door.

Steel rolling mill.

Propaganda department.

In the minister's office, manuscripts piled up like a mountain.

"Minister, this is what Lao Wang got from other factories." Li Li said softly.

"I know."

Zhao Xiyan went in and started reading the manuscripts.

Evening.

Wang Dongchun dragged his tired body back to the Propaganda Department. Seeing Zhao Xiyan and others still asking for articles, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Old Wang, come in..." Zhao Xiyan called out.

"Hey."

Wang Dongchun walked in immediately.

"Starting tomorrow, go to each factory to promote... See if the workers have some old things ready to give away. Our newspapers can register and advertise for them." Zhao Xiyan said softly.

"Give it away?"

Everyone looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Now is an era where even a brick has to be put away. Who would be so careless as to give things away?

"You give things to others, and they give you some thank-you money. Isn't this what they should do?" Zhao Xiyan's words stunned everyone.

Now information is not circulated, and there is not much money.

In fact, many people still barter, commonly known as exchange, which is also the origin of the pigeon market in Sijiu City.

If Zhao Xiyan's method is followed, "Dibao" will be the largest pigeon market in the entire Sijiu City, the kind that is legal and compliant.